"I think I'll just stay in bed today," I said.
"Okay," he said. "I will too."
The Charlotte Observer ran a great review of the show and you can read it here if you have any interest.
Here's my favorite part:
And all Jagger had to do this time was spend the better part of 2 hours and 12 minutes running and skipping and jumping and hopping and dancing and strutting and waving his arms and clapping and punching the air, while belting out some of the most famous songs in the history of rock and roll music.
This is actually a pretty difficult thing to wrap my head around.
I mean, my dad is 78, and although he still takes a long walk every morning, trying to pull off moves like Jagger for 2 minutes and 12 seconds could very well give him a heart attack.
On top of that, my most recent experiences involving watching rockers in their senior years headline large venues include a November 2019 Spectrum Center show during which a then-72-year-old Elton John barely got up from his piano except to take a bow at the end; and a September 2019 Spectrum Center show during which a then-68-year-old Phil Collins, weakened by a string of physical ailments, crashed to the floor mid-set after tipping over in his chair.
I'm glad I went to town because I feel more normal now and much less of an invalid which is exactly how I need to feel on the eve of my husband leaving. Neither one of us needs for me to be all pathetic and sad. And I feel pretty fine. If things go as they have been, I won't be good for anything tomorrow but that's okay. There's nothing I need to do. Not really.
Whatever. It's a very cool photo.